Sequin Poems - Poems about Sequin

ANGIE, that last slow dance in smoky haze— you slipped UNDER MY THUMB like twilight’s ache. The Rolling Stones crooned fate through tangled days; I tried to PAINT IT BLACK for mercy’s sake. But YOU CAN’T ALWAYS GET WHAT YOU WANT—truth stings— just loaded TUMBLIN DICE in neon towns, chasing HONKY TONK WOMEN on borrowed wings while WILD HORSES dragged dreams to...

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There is a girl known as twinkle toes Who is dancing wherever she goes She’s the sequin queen Shines like a sunbeam Such a shame the girl sports a hook-nose....

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I had never seen a glitzier, prettier pink sequin coat. These were not ordinary sequins, they were elongated. Reminded me of shiny sequin purses we saw in the sixties. Who is wearing that coat? I wondered, trying to get a look. Of course, it is my niece Charlene, nothing is too pretty for her. She gave me her usual...

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Ice on the trees shines like Diamonds Artistry of the season Mother Nature's finest As if they're a beacon spun by Sequin Spiders Ice on the trees shines like Diamonds Ice on the eaves Gleams like diamonds It's fifteen degrees Winter's frozen climate Mother Nature's Decree before a new horizon Icicles on the eaves Gleam just like Diamonds...

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Scratchy sequin smile, love pulls hard at my chapped scars; Abrasive....

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Sequin, the baby witch had a black kitty named Baby Twitch. They were such a team, this adorable duo. Not a glitch. They enthralled the grownups and made them smirk and smile. They are the cutest, her grandma said, looking down the aisle. Where Sequin and Baby Twitch were sitting on a pumpkin fine. They grew up together, and loved...

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Pucks and Picks two skinflints Quietly and disdainfully blacken sequins With their dour, disastrous ways. Dorothy, one sequin got away. She was the shiny blue one. She happily quit running after realizing How slow they were Pucks and Picks sent the hounds to fetch her But their skin was soaked by the time they arrived And Dorothy was lying in the sun, laughing...

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We hover in this place between awake and dreams, restless under night skies filled with sequin stars and other worlds...

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the sequin on the carpet danced as I moved my head...

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